Tuesday, 6 July 2010


Semi-Consciousness ~
On my horizons
A bleak storm
Brings cold winds to
Rattle me.

Fearing everything
Is about to implode.

Stretched-thin Conscience,
Aching Heart and Head,
Pathetic will to be dead,
Drinking, a bucket,
Drowning, in sorrow,

Ah Dark Night,
I'll wake tomorrow,
And all is the Same,
My Heartache remains,
now Lacquered with Shame.

Tears you will not shed
flow from me freely.

May 2010

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